Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Palau and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Agent Orange to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Maleditus Sound,
Whodini,
the Bar-Kays,
Second Layer,
Prince Buster,
Franke,
Soulsonic Force,
Easy Going,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Niagra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ten City,
cv313,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Avey Tare,
Alison Limerick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tommy Roe,
Outsiders,
Al Stewart,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stiv Bators,
Slave,
Marine Girls,
The Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Y Pants,
Fatback Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scrapy,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Lydon,
The Barracudas,
Kurtis Blow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
JFA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anakelly,
The Gladiators,
Barbara Tucker,
The Selecter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Byron Stingily,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angry Samoans,
Youth Brigade,
Yaz,
The Happenings,
PIL,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siglo XX,
Surgeon,
Cameo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiohead,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.